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    Let the rivers rock you like a cradle

    Climb to the treetops, little child, if you're able
    Always let your hands tie a knot across the table
    Come and touch the things you cannot feel

    Fold your fingertips, girl, and find where I can't hold you
    Let the sun ray fall and let the dewey ground unfold you
    I know someday you'll sing to me the words I've just told you
    If all the things you feel ain't what they seem to beDon't you mind me girl, 'cause I ain't really nothin' but a dream

    I hold some grapes up to the sun
    Flavor breaks and bursts and rolls upon my tongue
    Eager tongues, we'll always taste our strife
    Fill up our lungs with seeds of life
    You come and taste and smell the waters of our times

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    Close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you
    Let your flower perfume out and let the winds come and caress you
    As I walk this garden I am hoping I don't miss you
    The things you taste and smell ain't what they seem
    Don't you mind me girl, I guess I'm nothin' but a walking dream

    The sun and moon both are right
    We'll see them soon thru all our days and night
    But the colors I see in your eyes are fiery bright
    I swear they blind the heavens with all their light
    Come and see what your eyes cannot see

    Close your eyes, child and look while I show you
    Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes just blow you
    Someday we'll meet again and suddenly I'll know you
    All the things that you see ain't what they seem to be
    Now don't mind me I ain't nothin' but a dream

    A mockingbird sings each different song
    Each song has wings and won't stay long
    Those who hear him think he's doing wrong
    While the church bell and school bell toll their one note song
    Come hear where your ears cannot hear

    Close your ears child and listen while I tell you
    Follow the darkest night, the sounds they may impel you
    Even the song I'm singing may disturb or serve to quell you
    All the sounds you hear aren't what they seem to be
    Don't you mind me girl, oh, I ain't nothing but a dream

    If you can follow, girl, follow, girl
    If you can follow, girl, follow

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